By Spike aka Teesskin

Most folk who know me will tell you I’m a decent sort of guy, very open-minded with a good sense of humor and a taste for the fetish and kink. They will also tell you I love my bondage to be extremely hardcore and heavy and lasting hours, sometimes days, not minutes, and there’s hardly ever room for sex or sexual play, so before I tell you about a recent Saturday afternoon at a friend’s farm, let me first say it’s a pleasure to be now in touch with METALBOND and to share a recent weekend session with you all via his blog.

Jeff is a dairy farmer in the York area of north Yorkshire in Northern England, UK. The farm is a real working farm with cows and some bulls. It’s known locally for being organic and very clean, although behind the scenes what people don’t see is Jeff is a 100% sadistic straight male into serious rubber kink and bondage.

As a top, he has those of us who are often invited for a weekend gear up and work for free for him. Two years ago Zoe and her partner Ewan both attended a fetish weekend at the farm, and much play was had.

Sadly for Ewan, who worked full time as an engineer, this was one of the best days of his life, turning up to become sealed in layers of rubber and locked away in metal cages! Only to have his fiancee leave him in the steel cage at the hands of a total stranger and to tell him he’s being dumped and thrown out of the house.

Zoe was his mistress, and although Ewan took this as some mental game, sadly it became too very true. Two years have gone by, and still Ewan is the regular rubber bondage male gimp and farm labourer, working from dawn till dusk in some 12 to 20-plus layers of gear, with no freedom, no home, no job, no girlfriend. He’s a regular sight at the farm, working flat out for Jeff’s sadistic pleasure.

One recent Saturday morning at 9 a.m., I received a text message from Jeff telling me I am being invited to the farm for a few hours of play and I should arrive and be at the Thirsk Train Station car park as ordered for 11 a.m. I was to wear jeans (without underwear), socks, trainers, shirt and a light jacket. Believe me I was so looking forward to the weekend I was hoping my mate Dave would be invited too or be there sealed in gear waiting, but I’d have to wait and see! The train was early and I hurried to the platform and waited at Thirsk in north Yorkshire. About 5 or 10 minutes went by until Jeff’s car pulled into the car park and the boot bounced open, having been unlocked from the driver in the car. I walked over and looked in. There was a brown paper bag in the boot, and as I climbed in I was sure someone from the train station’s cctv room was watching me!

No sooner was I in, than the boot was quickly slammed shut! I tried humming to myself as the journey took us down a few twists and turns, then onto a bumpy dirt road! When we stopped I heard voices, the boot opened and I was ordered out, still wearing the brown paper bag.

“Wait there,” Jeff’s voice said.

I remembered feeling so horny, as my last visit to the farm had me falling into the slurry tank and being tied up in hazmat suits and undergoing some serious breath control play.

I stood there, this hand came and touched my chest and I could feel the rubber and knew it was Ewan. Suddenly the bag was removed and Ewan was standing in front of me, sealed in what looked to be 12-plus layers of heavy-duty heavy thick rubber and a hooded gas mask. I spoke to him and got a nod or two back as he turned me around and frog-marched me over to the lower barn that also doubles up as the outdoor playroom storage area.

Jeff was waiting with a smile. “OK Spike it’s your turn, I hope you don’t need a piss or the toilet because you’re not going to be allowed to go! Right, strip.”

Having took my clothes off in front of guys before, I am quite used to it and I felt warm as the air was rather mild. I was handed a rubber hood and told to put it on, then I was given both a pair of gloves and socks before being handed a pair of rubber shorts and a vest.

“I hope there is more,” I said.

Jeff smiled as I recall, “Oh yes!” He took hold of some different size surf suits, each one a few millimeters bigger then the one below it and without question I started to layer up. By the fourth suit I was given a pair of rubber washing-up marigolds to wear for a twist!

As Jeff kept handing me suits to put on, the layers went up and up until he said, “OK how’s that, that’s 11, any more?”

“Oh please,” I said.

“OK here, wear this hood! And gas mask also this workout sauna suit. OK, right time for one more I think. This one,” he added, reaching into the store box, “is a fave of Ewan’s. It’s the heavy-duty inflatable rubber suit we often wear don’t we!”

Ewan looks down at his feet. I heard him say “shit.”

But I wasn’t going to tell anyone, and he knew I trust him.

“OK Ewan hold him,” and he grabbed my shoulders and started to force my legs into the suit and pull it up over my body while forcing my arms in and sealing me inside. The suit was a XXL.

“OK right, chest waders here, wear them. Right, walk this way pig,” Jeff said with a smile.

I walked, although a little unsteady at first, but soon walked into the yard and to the house.

“Right, wait there!”

I stood next to the door as he took the car pump from the boot of the jeep and came over to me. I looked up at Ewan as Jeff started to fill the outer suit with air. He quickly spun round and ran into the store, only to come running out with an upper body harness and gave it to Jeff, whose eyes lit up.

“Good boi, I like your tastes,” he said while putting the tight-fitting harness onto my chest area. The suit slowly started filling with air, and I felt my legs fill the waders.

By the time both legs arms and body of the suit were filled, Jeff turned to me and said, “Right, you know the drill, your time starts now! GO!”

I turned to my right, and trying to get into a sprint to run around the farmyard a few times, touching the four main walls of the barn, the shed, the garage and the tractor shed as I went but trying to run while looking like an over-inflated rubber Michelin man was rather funny to Jeff and Ewan, who stood watching me build up a level of sweat in the suit.

“KEEP GOING,” Jeff shouted then as I hit the garage he started counting down from 28. I had to run faster. I got back to him on the count of 2, but panting like some dog who’d ran all day without stopping. I was knacked!

“Time for a lay down,” Jeff said. “Follow me and stand up!”

In the barn were some down gear sleeping bags and what looked like a home made vac-rack bag. The only difference was there wasn’t an air breathing tube, so I was in for some serious breath control treatment and started to take some deep breaths.

“Come here, you’ll love this,” Jeff replied. “You’re going to lay down, Ewan is going for a swim!”

Both the down gear sleeping bags were XXXL in size and ideal for a rubber pig like me. They were both on the floor, one inside the other, and both open. I was helped to the floor and into the bags. Ewan started to zip me in the first, making sure to pull on the head straps tightly and making sure I was going to heat up. The same was done with the second down gear sleeping bag, and I soon found myself sealed and snug! The layers were comfy, and no sooner was I in than I felt straps being fitted around my body and my body lifted and put down again. I was now in the vac-sack. I remembered breathing deeper and faster, trying not to think about what was going to happen, and just then I burst and started to piss myself in the suits. Oh, it was heaven, the warm and wet feeling covering my crotch area.

I was no sooner finished pissing than the sack was turned on. It had been set to a timer on when to suck the air out and when to blow air in. The air quickly was removed and I became tight in my prison. I felt so horny it was unreal. I was hoping any minute the air would return, but moments later it didn’t. I would have to wait for 3 minutes for the air. Jeff kept coming over to give me a shake and see if I was alive. Ewan by this time was handcuffed with hands behind his back and put into the bucket of the tractor laying down. The tractor moved over toward the slurry tank at the other end of the farm and tipped the bucket over the tank. I’m told Ewan willingly rolled out and into the wet small slurry tank with a plop! Lucky it was only four feet deep, so he quickly stood up in the foul mess and waited.

I remained sealed, undergoing my breath play in gear for over five hours, so I had time to relax and dream of the pleasures of what was coming next.

As time passed, I heard something being moved and I heard Jeff talking. Moments later the blower stopped and I felt the zip open then I saw daylight! I was removed from the bags and told to make my way into the house and get some water. Upon getting into the house, I removed the gas mask hood and grabbed the pre-arranged bottle of water and noticed the time. It was getting close to time for e-mailing Metal his code numbers for the padlocked collar he was wearing, but Ewan was online looking at his Recon and Facebook accounts, so I kept on gulping down the water and moved over to the keyboard to see Ewan was toying with Metal online with the wrong number, so I was quick to jump in and sent the correct code.

As Ewan sulked and went outside, no doubt to grass me up to Jeff, I quickly got onto my Facebook and Recon account to see messages! I then heard Jeff’s voice shout, “SPIKE!”

With logging off and making sure to grab my hood, I walked outside to see Ewan back down to his few layers (time must have passed by as I was online.)

“Come here, pig,” Jeff remarked as he started to deflate the studio gum suit and remove the chest waders. “You’re going to love this.”

Once I was removed from the suit and chest waders, Jeff turned, and laying on the floor next to him was 10 — yes, 10 — layers of rubber, the same 10 Ewan had been wearing earlier as part of his punishment for not cleaning the car fast enough last night with a toothbrush while blindfolded!

Jeff’s face lit up as he started to gear me up in even more rubber. I recall by layer 18 the pressure was beyond the wow factor and there was still two suits to go.

“OK, that will do, you come here, I’ve a hazmat suit for you. This has a small breathing tube attached,” he said. “Now look, once you’re in, there’s no room to start moving.”

I turned to see Ewan standing over a large bucket stirring some gloop. I was semi-suited up and moved toward a wooded chest. There were two very small holes.

“The breathing tube goes here, and the other is, well you’ll see, get in and we’ll suit you up.”

I stood in the chest that looked super tight and recently made. There was shackles inside for my wrists and enough room for me to sit without needing to bend over too far. With the breathing tube pushed through the small hole I was zipped up and locked in. The hazmat suit was close and there really wasn’t much air in there either, but Jeff moved the breathing tube so it sat in my gas mask intake valve, and before the padlock was locked on the outside, he said, “Don’t move.”

I sat so still, hoping this tube doesn’t move. Luckily it didn’t, as from this small hole to my right started to fill with this liquid paste that quickly got everywhere, and that’s when it hit me — I was trapped in a box with what looked like a lot of expanding polyurethane foam! I watched in horror from my gas mask as this foam bubbled up around me. I was told afterward the hole this foam was poured into suddenly overflowed with foam, so they knew I was trapped inside with no way out.

I know I’ve done some seriously extreme bondage in my 20 years of being a total sub, and yeah, I get well turned on by stuff like this, but my God it was hot and I couldn’t move.

Secretly I was hoping I’d be in there for the weekend or longer, but time passed slowly and after a while the lid was opened and I was being removed. Oh it felt so good to be able to move my fingers and legs, took about 25 minutes for Jeff and Ewan to break the foam off me and Jeff to remove the zip and gas mask from me.

My first words were, “Vasser!” (“water” in German, why I don’t know but I did say that.) Ewan dashed to the house as this warm water started raining down on my face. Jeff was so turned on he started to piss on me, until Ewan came back.

I drank the water, gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp!

“Ahh yes, more bondage.”

“No you’ve had enough. It’s 9:30 p.m. You have been in there four and half hours. I think that will do. “We’ll have to get you make Dave here,” he said. “I want to see him do your job.”

As I was removed from the rubber, drinking the water, Ewan kept stroking my head and playing the mate he is by making sure I was OK. Once out of the gear I stood next to Ewan and without warning pissed everywhere. He suddenly jumped to his knees and allowed me to cover him in piss all over his rubber suit. I was then taken to the back of the jeep and told to wash, dress and get in the back seat.

As I moved in the car, Jeff gave Ewan an ice lolly, and as we drove away I saw Ewan trying to figure out how to eat the lolly wearing all that gear.

 

THE END